Saturday, October 15, 2011

Just a few short hours ago we lost a big piece of our family. In fact, she was a huge piece of our family and yet she was the smallest member.

Tonight, Raina got out of our yard while she was outside going potty. It was dark and we didn't realize she was gone for a few minutes. Once we realized, I handed Katie over to some friends that were visiting and Brad and I grabbed flashlights and treats and went out looking for her.

She loved to bolt. No matter how careful we were or how close an eye we'd keep on her, she'd manage a way. We'd been through this routine before SEVERAL times. Yet, she seemed to always find a way out of the house/yard/garage/etc. I was no less terrified when it happened but she was always found, she always came back.

But not this time.

We have a field on the other side of our back fence that is behind a church that sits on a very busy road. After we had been looking for Raina for a few minutes I saw Brad running toward me across the church parking lot. I was screaming, "Did you find her? Raina? Where is she?"

He wouldn't answer me. I kept screaming, assuming that he couldn't' hear me. I just wanted answers. Why was he running? He didn't say anything he just kept running toward me. When he finally got to me he said she was gone, she'd been hit by a car and was gone. I dropped the lantern and treats and went running toward her, not believing. From that point, it's a blur that I'd rather not recount.I got Raina in December of 2003. She was my first dog that was all my own. I had pets at home growing up but after I went away to school I always felt like, no matter where I lived, it wasn't a home because I didn't have a dog. Once she came into our lives, she was part of our family and "home" was where Brad and Raina and I were.

I can't explain to you what it felt like saying goodbye. It doesn't seem real. We had just gotten back from dinner. It was late, 9 or 10 o'clock when it happened. We brought her body back home and got her settled so that we could take her to the vet in the morning. By the time we said goodbye to our friends, put Katie to bed, cleaned ourselves up and composed ourselves, it was midnight. I lay in the bed, not able to sleep.

I missed the snoring from Raina's crate. I missed her scratching her bed into a comfortable position. The room was too quiet. I tried to think of something else but nothing came. Just thoughts of Raina. All of them revolved around her. I thought of food and I wondered who would beg for scraps. I thought of Halloween and remembered her costume that she would never were. I thought of work and realized that since Katie is in daycare when I work the weekdays, I would have to come home to an empty house after work. So I'm blogging. I have so many thoughts and memories and what-ifs swirling around my head but I just needed to get some of them out. I looked on the computer and these are some of the last pics we took of Raina. Lazing about the house in her favorite spot, keeping guard and napping (above). And one of Raina's recent (and patient) attempts to befriend Katie.

I think this will do for tonight. I'm paralyzed. Numb. And yet, at the same time, in too much pain for words. I hope it's a bad dream. What will we do tomorrow without Raina? Who will bug us during our meals for scraps of food? Who will wake us up with impatient scratching on her crate in the morning? Who will greet us with crazed excitement at the door when we come home? Mostly the house is just too quiet. Who's little claws will clatter and making click-clack noises on the wood floors while Katie is sleeping and the rest of the house is quiet? Where will the lazy clattering of her claws be as she meanders through the house decided which bed she will lounge in? I'll miss the clattering. The silence is a deafening reminder of what our home and our family has lost.

I'm so sorry for the loss of Raina. We consider our pets to be members of our family, and I know how horrible it is to lose them. Treasure the last 8 years she had with you and what a fortunate dog she was.

I know how you feel :( We've lost 2 to this similar horrible accident. Especially with a kid at home, I felt both numb, in disbelief, and in so much pain. Pain for the loss and pain and fear of what would happen if I lost any thing else this close to me...or worse, closer. I still haven't shaken that feeling. I'm so sorry to hear about this, but know that there is a shoulder here for you to lean on.

About Me

So I've spent the last 20 years of my life in school, literally, nonstop. In December of 2007, I graduated with my Masters in Neonatal Nursing and, for the first time in my life, I was not taking classes!
Life has changed in other ways too. My husband and I are moved back to Orlando in early 2008 (where we both grew up) and started looking for my first job as a Nurse Practitioner in a NICU. It is that time in my life when I know so much is changing and I can't wait to see how!
Other fun facts about me: I'm 28 years old, I've had Type 1 diabetes since I was 9, I'm married to my high school sweetheart, who I've been with since I was 16 years old and I have a wonderful, infuriatingly lovable dog named Raina.
And recently we were blessed enough to receive big news and now we are expecting our first baby in early 2011!!

Layne

Brad

Kate

Our little girl!

Raina

Disclaimer:

Unlike most medical disclaimers where people tout that they are most certainly NOT medically inclined, I can not do that. In fact, I am medically inclined. I'm a neonatal nurse practitioner. I work with wee babies. And I love it.

However, I do NOT specialize in endocrinology. This is a blog about (amongst other things) my diabetes life and management, problems, frustrations, good times, bad times, etc and so on. Nothing I say here is meant to be advice on your (or anyone else's) diabetes management. I don't feel comfortable giving medical advise (about your baby or your diabetes) via email or online.

Yes, I can write you a prescription. But, no, I won't. What I will gladly give is support, encouragement and much praise to anyone who visits. Diabetes sucks, and for everyone else on that boat with me: more power to you! Questions? Comments? Proverbs? Parables? Write me! LayneNNP@gmail.com

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